He wasn’t really “born Carlos Walker.” He was born “Baby Boy Walker,” and named “Carlos” at least a few hours later, when a Vital Stats functionary came by with the papers.
I realize this is nitpicky, but my second daughter was “born Martha Elizabeth,” but she became “Eleanor Grace” a few minutes later, when my husband said, “I did NOT agree to name her Martha!”
“Fine. Be that way. What else was on the short list?”
“Sophia.”
“Overused. What else?”
“Eleanor.”
“Fine ... continues the ‘Empresses’ theme. (Older sister is Josephine.) Middle name?”
“Something short.”
“Faith.”
“Nah.”
“Grace.”
“Okay.”